Pine needle tea is a simple and tasty winter drink. This is about as easy as foraging can get!
Snowy owls are a good excuse to hike a mountain summit, but there are other rewards along the way.
Seasons vary radically in Maine, from sub-zero temperatures with leafless trees and frozen lakes to steamy summers with ticks and tourists. The time has come to wear insect repellent, do daily tick checks, and remember that when I travel I am a tourist, too. Tick season begins about the same time as tourist season in […]
It was a rough winter for many, but mailboxes in the way of a plow had it tougher than most. Each year a few boxes are lost in the line of duty, but winter of ’15 left scores of broken and dented corpses tossed into heaps of snow. Storm after storm buried them deeper in […]
Walking on water may be reserved for special souls, but black ice is hard, crystal clear and anyone can stand on top of it and look straight to the bottom of a pond or lake. Floating in summer months with a mask and snorkel gives a similar view, but it is the invisible ice barrier […]
We went cranberrying in Northeast Creek in November, but did not get many. It was a banner year for cranberries, too. All my fellow foragers and gatherers were telling tales of over a dozen gallons, and easy picking. But I needed cranberries for the holidays, so gave up hunting, and went to Snugglemagic Farm pick-your-own […]
This is blog fourteen of thirty-one, part of a blog a day for the month of March challenge. Will I be a better blogger when it is done? I hope so. But please don’t do a drop-in visit, a few things have fallen by the wayside, and housecleaning was the first one to go. My […]
The sign says Haffas Farm. Family name? Think again. “Half-assed, of course,” chuckles Claire Wallace. “My husband and I both had full-time jobs and no spare time, and then we bought a couple of asses without really knowing what we were doing. Pretty half-assed, don’tcha think?” Claire is small and lively, hurling loaves of bread […]
In the grip of winter I want nothing but more winter. In June, I want the long hours of daylight to never stop. I live in the season, and cook according to the season. It is March and abundant may not seem to be an appropriate adjective for this season, but I look at a […]
I saw them three weeks ago, and pretended I didn’t. I’m not ready for winter to be over, but pussy willows are softly gleaming like thousands of very tiny grey mice on a massive bush near our house. Pussy willows (Salix discolor) are catkins, the silvery furry flower of some willow shrubs. There are […]